Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Thes. These couples shall eternally be knit.
Thes. And for the morning now is something worne,
Thes. Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Thes. Away, with vs to Athens; three and three,
Thes. Wee'll hold a feast in great solemnitie.
Thes. Come Hippolitæ.
Thes. Exit Duke and Lords.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. These things seeme small & vndistinguishable,
Dem. Like farre off mountaines turned into Clouds.
Her. Her.
Her. Me‑thinks I see these things with parted eye,
Her. When euery things seemes double.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. So me‑thinkes:
Hel. And I haue found Demetrius, like a iewell,
Hel. Mine owne, and not mine owne.
Dem. It seemes to mee,
Dem. That yet we sleepe, we dreame. Do not you thinke,